I have a tendency to make big mistakes. Sure, I make little ones too: but it’s the big ones I remember best, partly because they often teach me something.

One of my biggest mistakes started as a mindless act of kindness. One April morning, a Bosnian family I had befriended the year before was evicted from their home. Have you ever seen the aftermath of an eviction? It’s one of the saddest scenes in the world: adults digging through dumpsters filled with soiled clothing and soggy schoolbooks, children wailing at their feet, spoiled food littering the alley. A modern triptych. More here...